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Amy's Story
By
Jan
I grew up in the San Fernando Valley, California. The community was Burbank where a lot of our neighbors worked in the movies industry or television studios. I grew up for the most part with the same group of kids. They were the support workers that bult the sets, maned the cameras and sound equipment. My family was every religious Irish Catholic. My mother was always telling me: "Amy, boys are only interested in getting unto my panties. You have to protect your virginity until you are married.
I feared boys. When I entered high school, I was one of the girls that was a member id the flag team. I was friends with the popular girls, and envied their ability to control the guys they dated. The head majorette had the reputation of the prettiest girl in our class. She dated the most popular guy that was the quarter back of the football team. She was the home coming queen. The girl I was closeted to was the leader of the tall flags, named Dona. She was a nice-looking brunette that was popular among the girls. Her boyfriend was just as popular even though he was just a third string running back. He was even our class president. The student body president was even more popular. They had been going study from junior high. His father owned a construction company that built the storm drains with every new housing development, and repaired them as needed. The fact that his father was rather affluent and politically connected his son was one of the few high school students that drove a new car and the only student on campus driving a red corvette. It was inevitable that Dona would marry him. He would eventually become head of his father's business.
I dated a shy boy that I was comfortable with because I knew that I could control him. He was an only child that was intimidated by girls. We went to the after-school dances and parties together. When I graduated from high school, I was accepted to attend The University of California at Berkeley. That was the first time I was away from home and it was a cultural shock to me.
I had to live in a freshman dormitory. I shared a room with another girl that was from the Petaluma wine country. She was even named Denise (French for Greek God of wine). We had three freshman prerequisite classes together, and our dorm was only a block off campus. I did have one class without her because I was interested in working someday in the entertainment industry. She was in biology to learn how better to produce better wine. I had never met anyone as hedonistic as her before.
I had changed clothes in front of girls in high school in gym classes and putting on uniforms for performances and drill camps for tall flags, but it was always done in a hurry and very little attention was paid to each other's body's. Denise was not shy about parading around our room and the hall totally nude. She even openly masturbated in front of me. Her behavior made me nervous but I envied her courage.
I was bored with the 102 English and algebra classes. But the class in human sexuality taught by a Middle Ages phycologist was a shocking eye opener for me. Her name was Barbra Kowaoski an attractive full figured blonde Polish American. I was sure the class was to impress on freshmen the dangers of unprotected sex. I got the feeling that the class had the opposite effect on a lot of the students. I had no idea how many social diseases there was and how many birth control methods there were. There was something about the professor personality that attracted students to her.
She ate lunch and dinner at the student restaurant. There was always a group of students around her as she held court. I was one of the students that was captivated by her. I liked talking to her during her office hours. More often than not there would be a couple of girls there with her if I didn't make an appointment to talk to her in private. She also had a private practice and she would tell is about some of the cases she delt with.
One evening she was holding court in the restaurant with a table of seven students and she told us about a mother she was working with because she was jealous about her 14-year-old daughter was working as a waitress in a lesbian bar in San Francisco. Apparently, the girl looked much older than her age and somehow, she was able to get an I.D. proclaiming her to be of legal age. The mother was proud of how good-looking she was. She didn't mind her working in a lesbian bar at all. What was disturbing her was that she not getting to sleep with her daughter as much as she liked.
I found the story strangely disturbing. I was both repulsed by the story, and sexually stimulated by the discussion. There were only a few weeks left in the semester to think about her comments.
At the end of the semester and we finished the final exam she invited the class to join her at a pizzeria off campus. I couldn't resist going. I found that there were about eight other students there when I got there. She ordered a couple of large pizzas and a couple of pitchers of bear. We enjoyed the food and beer for about an hour before the party broke up and the students began to go their own ways. I lingered to talk to Barbara. She insisted that I call her Barbara. She ordered a couple of glasses of wine and asked me about where I was from and about my aspirations. It was easy to talk to her. The subject of lesbian sex came up and I asked her if the stories she told us at dinner were true. She assured me that all of her stories were true. She invited me to go to a book and garden party with her tomorrow.
The idea of going to a dull book and garden party didn't appeal to me in the slightest, but I couldn't bring myself to tell her that. I felt I had to accept. She suggested: "You might as well accompany her home and spend the night, and I don't want to hear you object! You will also find out that the garden party is not what you think.
She insisted that I ride home with her. It was late when we arrived at her residence and she insisted that I sleep with her. She insisted that there was a new toothbrush in the bathroom. She told me to take my time preparing for bed. I did need to use the toilet to relieve myself. After I brushed my teeth, I came out and apologized to her for stinking up the bathroom. She laughed at my embarrassment.
I was left to my own devices while she used the bathroom, so I roamed around the room looking at the things and memorabilia in the room. There were books that she obviously felt were important. Then I noticed that all of the framed photographs were of women. I was holding the portrait of an attractive young brunette, when Barbara came out of the bathroom.
Barbara approached and looked at the apograph and commented: "Mary O'Brian was a very dear friend when I was tutoring while I was earning my Ph.D."
"She was a very attractive girl."
"She was a very talented girl as well."
Barbara took the picture from my hand looked at it a moment before putting it back on the nightstand. She had pulled back the bedspread and the blanket and top sheet. I watched as Barbara began taking off her clothes. She hung the dress on a hanger to air out and put her undergarments on a dressing chair. She was in no hurry to put on her nightgown. I had plenty of time to admire Barbara's body.
I had always thought she was a pretty woman but had not payed much attention to her figure. She stood about five-foot five-inches tall. Her breasts were soft 36-C that sagged a little. She did have wide hips and her pubic bush was not very full. I was beginning to become uncomfortable with her nudity. I assumed that he was going to put on a nightgown and offer me one. Instead, she simply got into her bed and lay there watching me.
I wasn't sure what I should do. I had the feeling that she wanted to make love to me but was waiting for me to indicate that I wanted to make love to her. I stood there by the bed as I took off my clothes and folded then carefully and laid them on top of hers. Once I was naked, I felt venerable so I got on the bed thinking that she would cover our bodies. She placed a hand on my shoulder and pulled me over onto my back and leaned over me and kissed me on the mouth. I recoiled from the kiss because she surprised me. Barbara apologized and told me: "Amy if you don't want me to make love to you, I won't!"
I almost panicked: "I was not rejecting you! The kiss just started me. I have never had sex with anyone before. I have had desires before but never acted on them for fear of rejection."
Barbara lay on top of me and she kissed Me again. This time she waited until my lips relaxed before she stuck her tongue into my mouth. I surrendered to her will. She stared sliding down my body when I relaxed. She sicked on mt tits and nipples and licked my belly on her way down to the junction. She took hold of her right tit and started rubbing her nipple up and down the moist valley and when her nipple kept bumping into my clit it was very stimulating. I was enjoying feelings she was stimulating in me. then she went down on me and taught me what eating pussy was all about. She was noisy about sucking pussy and she shook her head back and forth, up and down while she spit on my pussy an licked my cunt. She stuck two fingers in my cunt and two fingers up my asshole and jilled me while she sucked on my clit. I was consumed by the way she made love to me. When she moved back up my body and her tits were dangling over my face, I couldn't resist capturing her nipple with my mouth and sucking on it like a baby. She was the one that deiced I had sucked her nipple enough and fed me the other nipple. I resisted when she pulled her tit out of my mouth. She held my shoulders down and sat up and walked on her knees until her pussy was over my face. I had to lift my head off of the bed to lick her pussy. The fluid coming out of her pussy made my throat feel raw. I sucked and licked her pussy until she started bucking her hips back and forth. After she recovered from her orgasm she returned to her place beside me and took me in her arms.
I fell asleep smelling and feeling the warmth of her body. I had never felt like that before. I slept late the next morning. When I woke up, I was facing her and her morning breath was bad. I assumed that my own breath was just as bad. I also felt my bladder telling me that I needed to relieve myself. I tried to untangle myself from Barbara's grasp but in doing so I woke her up.
The first thing she did was kiss me. I quickly forgot all about our breaths. The only thing I couldn't ignore was my bladder. I had to break the kiss and tell her that I had to pee. Barbara released me and she got up and pulled me to my feet. She walked me to the bathroom. I was embarrassed to sit down and pee in front of her, but I had to do it. She stood there listening to the sound on my pee splashing in the water of the toilet bowl. When I finished and wiped Barbra took my place to add her own contribution to the bowl. When she finished cleaning up, we brushed our teeth. We rook a long bath together. We eventually got dressed and went out for breakfast. We even went shopping to buy me fresh underwear and a light summer frock. It was a yellow floral print with transparent overlay. In the early afternoon Barbara drove us to a location and parked her car in a paved lot next to several other cars. We walked into the entrance of a building that looked like a Tuscany Villa. Barbra signed in with one guest. When we passed through the glass door in the back of the building, I was over whelmed by the botanical park like garden. There was a dozen woman all dressed for a spring garden party including wide brimmed straw hats and white gloved.
The hostess had a staff of a half dozen girls dressed in white dress shirts and black tight-fitting slacks. While we gathered in the lobby the staff circulated filling Champlin glasses and offering finger foods. Barbara introduced me to all of them but at the time I was over whelmed with the surroundings I didn't remember their names at the time. Before the party we were ushered into another room where we were allowed to remove our clothes and hang them up including the hats and gloves. Some of the dear ladies had been wearing corsets and were relieved and rubbed the red marks with their hands. Everyone instinctually rubbed their crotches. Then we were ushered through the class doors to the ground behind high privacy walls.
They served us lunch outdoors under a canopy that shaded us from direct sunlight. A light choice of wines. We were sitting around a power coated wrought iron table with a glass top. They were an interesting group of women.
The tallest was the alfa female of their group. She was a tall woman on the slender side. She cropped her salt and pepper hair short for easy care. Her breasts were small and looked deflater. Her hips were narrow and she had a thick dark bush. The woman sitting opposite of the first woman was a brunette that had a mature figure and full breasts to go with it. The other women were a mixed bag of women. They were all comfortable with their nudity. They were discussing the Latest books they had read and their gardens.
The tall woman asked Barbara if she could take me on a tour of the garden and the two of us left the group to wounder along the paths. There floral displays and a large variety of trees. There were plaques identifying the plants. As we walked her hand was resting on my butt and eventually her fingers sought out my asshole and penetrated. She had to bend over to kiss me. Her small breasts dangled as we kissed and I took hold of them and felt them. She eventually led me to a park bench along the path and we sat down with me to her left so that she could feel me up with her right hand while we kissed. When other couples approached us, they exchanged greetings and talked to each other casually. It was as if watching the woman masturbating me was a natural thing to do while talking to a friend.
When we returned to the table another woman wanted to show me another part of the garden. We would up on grassy hillside and we ley there on the cool grass. She was soon between my legs sucking my pussy. I took walks with all of the women and enjoyed them all. When the party was over and we got dressed I was given business cards by all then and asked to come to visit them in the future.
When I returned to the dorm my roommate wanted to know where I had been all weekend. I flippantly told her: "I had spent the weekend with professor Kowaoski. Barbara had opened my eyes to the joys of sex with women."
Denise got very excited and insisted that I tell her everything. I even showed her the collection of business cards. She asked if I was going to call them, and I assured her that I already had a date with the tallest one this weekend. All of the talk about sex had both of us aroused and we spent most of the night making love to each other. It was fortunate that my first class wasn't until after lunch.
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